Ale wrote his first story this morning. I think it is very cute.
It went like this:
Today Grandpa and Ale go fishing.
They climb to the mountain top with their fishing poles.
The fishing poles break.
Then a shark comes and eats the fishing poles.
Grandpa and Ale walk away and get new fishing poles.

The END

P.S. Dad, I hope you realize you have expectations to fulfill when your grandsons come for a visit...